I have a serious food crush on seafood with pork. Here in London, a restaurant called J. Sheekey’s Oyster Bar makes squid and wild boar cassoulet. My heart stops. It is literally all I live for. And while I can’t … Continue reading …

There’s a place downstairs from my old apartment in Paris called the Horse’s Tavern Café. It has an inside, but I’ve never seen it. For me, it’s all about sitting at the tables that tumble forth out of the front … Continue reading …

When cooking for two, and living as two, it’s important to keep the fire alive. In other words, to keep things hot in the kitchen. As in, taco night. Of course. Traditionally, for me, taco night was one of those … Continue reading …

If there’s one thing I love about French home cookin’, it’s a gratin. But, gratins are pretty hard to justify. Especially with the onset of summer. Gratins and beaches mix about as well as oil and water. That is to … Continue reading …

Shrimp Scampi. It may have sunk to diner fare, but then again, diners are kind of where you go to eat any kind of food you REALLY want. Nothing beats those jumbo, juicy shrimp, stewed in white wine with garlic … Continue reading …

My stepfather comes from Normandy, which I secretly love for the extremely selfish reason that it means I get to go to a whole different part of France, and eat. To go where I ordinarily wouldn’t, and to eat what … Continue reading …

Nothing makes me run for salad like the first sight of springtime sunshine. All I want are bright, light things that still fill me up after a day at the office. I love a classic, but a classic can be … Continue reading …